Katsu grunted as he dodged a blow from the ox's back leg, but he worked in tandem with the cream woman beside him as they worried at the creature's hind legs. It was blowing hard, great gasps of air going up in fog and condensation. The wise older male's words rang in his head - tire it out, overheat it. That he could do. Again, it gave him pause that a wolf so heavily pregnant was here to help take it down, but she'd brought some fierce companions along for the fight. Surely that would help end this quickly. Maybe one of these days he'd wrangle some companions of his own.
He dived in again towards the ox's hind leg, jumping up this time to latch on to the sensitive skin headed towards its rear. If he could open it up good there, the beast might really feel it. Kat grunted and notched his teeth into the tender flesh beneath its tail, sinking in to mostly fat. Blood filled his mouth and he grunted with satisfaction.
